My Tokusho Life Simulation

The dim moonlight penetrated the skylight of the factory and slowly fell, slightly illuminating the dark environment.

In this way, the appalling scene was covered with a layer of silver veil.

The corpses of Shuka-modified people are all over the ground, there are weird people who look like a wasp woman, and there are also strong men like rhinos.

If you count carefully, there is at least a number of thirty.

All the reformers that can be used by the Shuka Far East Branch may have died here.

"Hometown fierce..."

Suddenly, a hoarse roar came from the depths that were not illuminated by the moonlight, like a ghost seeking life.

The shaky figure got up from the ground tremblingly, and staggered forward step by step until it was illuminated by the pouring moonlight.

It was a terrifying humanoid locust.

The cyan carapace, the ferocious face, the mouthparts are constantly wriggling, dripping green sticky blood drops.

"The locust man, it turned out to be you."

The moment he saw the figure clearly, Hongo's eyes suddenly changed, as if there was a relationship between them.

A flash of memories flashed before Hongo Meng's eyes. It was the panic and powerlessness he felt when he was taken away by the locust man before he was transformed by Xiuka.

"It will be fine soon, and I will help you relieve yourself so that you will no longer suffer from pain in the future."

Hongo murmured fiercely, without even a sporadic hatred in his words.

Shuka's reformers are sad, no matter how angry their every move is, he can't hate them.

"One word, this is my battle, please don't help me."

Hongo Meng said so, and slowly walked forward, facing the locust man who was only breathing.

unprecedented seriousness.

However, before the locust man could reach him, he collapsed powerlessly, without any life left.

"...Goodbye, Locust Man."

Hongo sighed fiercely, knelt down, and closed his eyes for the locust man who died with regret.

The night wind blows and the weeds dance.

The figures of No. [-] and No. [-] disappeared without a trace, leaving only the locust man lying down and dying surrounded by the dim moonlight.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Suddenly, the locust man, who had already lost his life, gasped violently.

The dead body seems to be given a new soul.

"what--!"

Painful screams followed.

The moment he regained consciousness, Luther only felt unbearable pain all over his body.

Like being hit by a truck, all the tendons and bones felt crushed.

Luther panted continuously, as if this could alleviate the pervasive pain, and the visible flesh shreds continued to spread through the cracks in the carapace.

After lying down for 10 minutes in a row, Luther regained his composure.

"This is where?"

Luther, who was using the locust man's body, spoke with difficulty, tightly clutching the lower abdomen with the deep fist marks.

He turned over with difficulty, facing the skylight of the abandoned factory building.

"Before I seemed to be attacked by something called a witch..."

The absurd and strange scenes flashed across, and Luther clenched his fists with lingering fear.

"It was you who saved me?"

Luther asked towards the crimson light screen floating beside him at some point.

The moment his voice fell, a vicious change like rippling water appeared on the panel, and several lines of text appeared.

[...loaded successfully...]

[Beginner player: Luther]

[Current role: Shuka Weird Locust Man]

[Fist power: 25t]

[Kicking power: 60t]

[Player abilities: [unable to analyze], [strength]]

[props: none]

[This mission: complete Shuka’s order, capture or kill Kamen Rider No. [-], Hongo Meng and Kamen Rider No. [-], One Word Hayato, or make other choices. ]

A series of strange memories burst into Luther's mind. He had no choice but to look at them.

That was the sad but short life of a man named Gokujo.

Originally, life was smooth sailing, but he lost his parents due to an accident. After realizing the clues, he gave up his studies in order to avenge his parents, and turned to investigate the secret dark association Shuka.

But for Xiuka, the power of a single person is really too small. During a certain investigation, Kutiaogang was taken away by Xiuka to be reformed and brainwashed, and became the locust man he is today.

From the beginning, he was a good man who had made bold words and lofty ambitions to avenge his parents, and became Xiuka's loyal lackey.

Brain modification is irreversible. Fortunately, Meng Hongo was rescued in time before the brain modification, and he became Kamen Rider No. [-].

"That's how it is..."

Luther muttered and sat up from the ground.

He raised his head and looked at the dim starry sky. He was like an audience in a movie, witnessing every important life node of Locust Man with his own eyes.

It seems like there is a choice, but there is no choice at all.

Anyone with a conscience would almost never choose the former, and Luther naturally did the same.

For Luther, this is also an important only one chance.

He has to gain something in this so-called 'sims' in order to stay alive when he returns to the Witch's Ward.

"Hometown fierce..."

Luther kept chanting the name and stood up slowly.

He knew a lot, and even though he had never met him, he still had respect for the man with this name.

Under the moonlight, the blood plasma reflected the hideous locust monster.

Scanning the surroundings, Luther saw the corpses of the reformed people who did not have a whole body.

"Besides, even if my moral bottom line is very flexible, Hongo's fierce fist is not paper."

Luther laughed twice.

The gentle night wind blew past, and suddenly, what was reflected in the pool of blood was no longer the locust man, but a young man with red eyes and a serious expression.

Just in the blink of an eye, the reflected scenery changed back to the hideous locust man again.

Luther stepped on the thick plasma, leaving a series of footprints.

He grabbed the black cloth from the ground floor of the workshop, shook off the dust, and wrapped it around his body.

Under the deep night, he walked step by step towards the feasting city.

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Volume 3: Chapter 3 Chapter [-] Contact

With the arrival of the first scream, horrified shouts followed one after another, and the original crowds in the shopping street dispersed against the current.

Frightened faces appeared at the same time, and it didn't take long for the bustling shopping street to be deserted.

The alarm bells rang out, and several police cars came speeding up, and stopped on the side of the street with the sound of brakes.

The patrolmen of the Metropolitan Police Department stepped out of the vehicle one after another, took out their pistols, raised their muzzles tremblingly, and aimed at the strange green figure in black robe.

The chief culprit of the panic, Luther, who was using the locust man's body, only glanced at the muzzle of the gun from the corner of his eye, and his whole body was surprisingly calm.

At this moment, he was holding a bean paste dumpling sprinkled with caramel in one hand, and a large glass of Coke in the other.

The hideous mouthparts of the locust squirmed, and took a dumpling down.

Like a passing tourist.

"Alas...!"

A police officer screamed and sat on the ground in fright.

The picture of insects eating is scary, but after zooming in to the same size as a person, it is undoubtedly a nightmare to watch.

Facing more than a dozen gunshots, Luther drank a mouthful of Coke through a straw to show weakness to others.

The mouthparts of the locust are not convenient for using a straw, and it took Luther a long time to take a sip.

That frightening appearance scared several Far East police officers to sit on the ground.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the police, Luther fell into silence for tens of seconds.

"Hey..."

He sighed, shook his head, walked to the trash can in an atmosphere where he was so nervous that he might shoot at any time, and threw the dumpling and Coke into it.

"I wanted to take advantage of not being my body, and indulge a little bit."

Under the eyes of everyone, Luther shrugged helplessly, as if explaining something.

Listening to his words, the extremely nervous police officers looked at each other and gulped.

I have no idea what this weirdo is trying to say.

"Shuka is really not that kind. He didn't leave even a little bit of taste for the reformer, and he couldn't taste any taste at all."

Luther shook his head, and sat down on the bench boldly. The compound eyes under the black robe silently scanned the muzzles of many guns.

It's not without reason that he isn't nervous or scared.

This kind of caliber can't penetrate the outer skin of Shuka-modified people at all, especially locusts are arthropods.

"Please raise your guns again and make things as big as possible, so that I can get what I want."

Luther spoke unhurriedly, like a fisherman waiting for a fish to be baited, full of patience.

"But you can rest assured that the two of them should be here soon."

Unknowingly, the wind blew in, and Luther narrowed his eyes, as if the plan had succeeded.

Accompanied by the roar of the motorcycle, two figures that were both familiar and unfamiliar to Luther gradually approached from the end of the road.

Luther knew that it was Hongo Meng and Ichimonji Hayato who came, but for the transformed ones, they should be called number one and number two instead.

"Okay, the person I'm looking for is here, you can go back."